TWINS (2)
Alex rushed to the late-night supermarket and started getting the things on Rachel’s list. Good, Jason was on the till so Alex hung around a bit ‘til the coast was clear and checked out a few items of his own. Transactions successfully completed, Jason said it was time for his break and asked Alex if he wanted to come out the back for a fag. Alex, being very fond of smoking OP’s, accepted immediately and both guys went out for a smoke and to chew the fat generally. Alex didn’t even give a thought as to why Jason should want to hang out with a much younger person such as himself. All he knew was that he was getting a free ciggie out of it.
Break over, Jason returned to work and Alex made his leisurely way back home with his well- and ill-gotten gains. Before he left the shop, he sorted out the change so that Rachel wouldn’t be suspicious. He arrived, announcing his presence and wondering where Rachel and his twin were. He searched the ground floor of the house and was starting to get spooked when he heard a voice behind him, “Hello, Alex, have you met my brother?”
Alex turned round. “Oh, hi Jason. Hang on, how did you get here so quickly? I’ve just seen you at Tesco.”
“I don’t think so,” came that sparkling voice, “Rob’s been here with me and Ali all evening.”
Alex was stunned. “Rob?”
“Yes, I’m rather like Bertie; my big brothers are identical twins too. Now, if I tell you that our surname is Robertson, does that ring a bell? Oh, by the way, isn’t he a cutie?”
Alex thought she was referring to her rather thuggish looking brother until she produced the, by now, far from sleepy grass snake from behind her back. It was doing it’s level best to escape her gentle grasp and flowing over her hands like a grey silk cord. Five foot of pissed off grass snake, although harmless, can be very difficult to handle without hurting it. It couldn’t throw up and it was too late to play doggo so it just had to try to get away. “I just think I’ll let him go. You’ll have to find him later.” Rachel then put the snake down gently and it made its way to the nearest dark corner behind a storage unit.
“Hang on, where’s Ali?”
“Oh, he’s just lazing around. Why don’t you go up and see him?” Alex made his way upstairs. He still didn’t understand the situation he was in and expected to find his brother in their bedroom. What reason could he have to suspect this gorgeous young woman of treachery? By the time he’d got to the bedroom, he was trapped. Then he thought: “Robertson? No, not Mrs. Robertson’s children, surely? Oh shit!”
When Alex turned around, he noticed the rope in Rachel’s hands and the tape in Rob’s. Rachel had guessed correctly and now had her second victim where he couldn’t possibly escape, not with Rob’s imposing presence blocking the door. “Now, get ready for bed, please, there’s a good boy. Just slip off your clothes will be alright.” Alex took one look at Rob standing impassively in the doorway with his arms folded and decided that his best course of action was to do what he had been asked. Once Alex had got down to his boxers, Rachel exclaimed, “Now I can tell the difference: red boxers!” She even giggled slightly. “Alright, stop there.” Alex heaved a sigh of relief.
“Well done, you’ve made the right decision. It would be a shame to spoil it now. Just hold your arms behind you please, Rob will be happy to assist.” The taciturn, crew-cut eighteen-year-old tilted his head slightly to one side and smiled ever so slightly.
They were a good team.
Like his brother had done, Alex crossed his wrists behind him. “No, like this, please.” said Rachel as she separated his wrists slightly. “Now, don’t move and I won’t be a minute.” Alex soon found his wrists cuffed behind him but couldn’t help wondering why Rachel hadn’t tied his hands together properly.
While Rachel was working and Rob was standing guard, Alex asked, “Please, what’s happened to Ali?”
“You’ll be back together all in good time. Hush now.”
“No, I want to know what’s happening.” By now, Rachel had finished and Alex was shaking uncontrollably.
“If you’re not going to be quiet, we’ll have to something about it. Where do you keep your socks?”
“Up yours!”
“Alright then. Rob, give me his boxers, please.”
Rob advanced on the bound fourteen-year-old in a more than menacing fashion. “No no, they’re over there,” said Alex trying to indicate the chest of drawers by the window.
“Be a good boy and get me a pair, please.” Alex made his way across to the drawers and, with some difficulty, pulled out a pair of white sports socks from the top drawer and handed them to Rachel.
“Oh, how kind, Alex, they’ve already been bundled together. Now open wide please.” By now Rob had grabbed Alex by the shoulders and Alex knew that he had to comply. With his mouth stuffed with a clean pair of socks Alex saw the approaching roll of tape. He didn’t even bother trying to avoid it. Very soon he was bound and gagged just like his twin.
“Go with Rob and please don’t annoy him.”
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Alex didn’t get the chance to annoy him, Rob simply lifted him onto his well-developed shoulder and carried him downstairs and out to the garage.
Upon catching sight of one another, both twins started yelling into their gags simultaneously. “Unless you’re telepathic, I’d stop trying to make conversation if I were you. Do you reckon they’re telepathic, Rob, you’re a twin?” Rob shook his head and dumped Alex on the floor facing away from his brother. “Unless you’re telepathic AND you want Rob to strip you naked that is,” continued Rachel without even breaking step. The twins rook the hint.
“That’s better, now let’s look at you.” Rachel was standing on one side of the twins with her big brother facing her on the opposite side. They were quite athletic with very little spare fat and quite good muscular definition. Fortunately, they were also slim-hipped and not too broad in the shoulder. That would be convenient soon. “Oh, by the way, don’t try the dressing alike trick on me again, you both part your hair differently and Alex is left-handed. I’m used to twin brothers, look at my two, even though they cut their hair the same and are almost identical in build, Rob’s face is slightly flatter on the right and Jason’s is slightly flatter on the left. You really should be more observant, Alex.”
The twins tried, unsuccessfully, to look at one another.
“Now, are we going to have to untie one of you? What do you think, Rob?” Large shoulders shrugged. “No, I don’t think so, you’re both slim enough to fit. Stand up, Alex.”
Alex crossed his ankles and pushed himself upwards as if he’d had to do it before. Isn’t it wonderful to have a brother?
Rob reached down and raised Ali’s hands forcing him to lean forwards with a gentle, “Ngghh.”
“OK, Alex, turn your back on him.” He was obedient. “Now back up beside Rob.” Alex looked over his shoulder and did what he was told. He thought that, if he did so, Rob might stop hurting his twin. “OK, climb in.”
Alex didn’t understand. “Nnggh?”
“Get in between his arms, here, we’ll help you.” Alex found himself standing between his seated twin’s arms. “Good, now start wriggling down.” Now Alex panicked, how the hell was he supposed to do that? It would have been easier if Rob had released Ali’s feet so that they could both stand up but it was much more fun this way! “Let’s help them, shall we, big brother?”
With a certain amount of pushing, pulling and stretching the twins were soon seated back-to-back. Rob had forced Alex’s arms over Ali’s shoulders and Rachel had pulled his legs and his hips through Ali’s arms, not without a considerable amount of vocal protestation until Ali’s arms were clamped close to Alex’s sides by Alex’s arms and Alex’s arms were stretched to reach around his twin’s arms as well as his torso. Each boy’s wrists were now just about in front of his brother’s belly-button.
“Feet please. Cross your ankles, Alex.” Unlike his twin, Alex crossed his left leg over his right one and, just like his brother, Rachel quickly cross lashed his ankles together. There was absolutely no way they were going to be able to stand up.
Rob and Rachel stood back to appraise their work. Following a discussion, which was the first time Rob spoke during the twins’ capture, the Robertsons decided to make the twins a “bit more snug” in Rachel’s words. Rob soon wrapped a rope round their waists and, after he’d completed three rounds, he cinched it off tightly between them. Rachel wondered if they ought to fasten the twins’ cuffs to the waist rope but when she analysed their predicament carefully, she decided it wasn’t really necessary. After all, Ali’s arms were trapped by Alex’s and Alex couldn’t possibly extend his arms enough to lift them over his twin’s shoulders without being able to dislocate them at will. Rachel thought that Rob and she had done a good job.
("The Twins' Dilemma" by CInched)
“Right, I’m going in now and Rob’s going home. Don’t forget, I can see everything you do on the web cam. I do hope that it’s not going to be a cold night. Sleep tight.” Neither of the twins could really believe that Rachel would leave them like that and more or less behaved themselves for the first hour or so expecting someone to come and release them at any moment. After another hour, it became obvious that rescue was not at hand and they both started struggling in a totally uncoordinated manner and to absolutely no effect. Rachel entertained herself in the comfort of the boy’s living room glancing at the computer screen every so often just to check on her charges.
At about midnight Rachel decided, as a good babysitter should, that she should probably go and 'tuck the twins in'. “Alright, listen. I’m going to bed now and I don’t intend getting up for you two until the morning. Those other things that Rob has fastened up there (Ali looked up at the things by the web cam but Alex couldn’t see them because he was facing away from the garage door.) are a microphone and a motion detector. If you manage to raise your voices or make too much noise in any other way, I’ll hear it indoors. I’m a very light sleeper and I HATE being woken up!” Whatever happened to that gentle, laughing voice from earlier in the day? “The other object is a motion detector; if you cross an unseen line across the garage, an alarm will sound but don’t think that will attract the neighbours, it will only sound in your rather comfortable guest bedroom.”
Rachel checked the twins’ bonds only to find them still almost perfectly in place. She then ruffled their hair and wished them goodnight. “Oh, and if you need the toilet, forget it you’ll be sitting in anything you produce until the morning.” She left, locked the side door and checked that she had locked the main door. The last the twins heard of her was a quiet singing to herself as she went into their comfortable home leaving them in the dirty, unheated, concrete garage.
TO BE CONTINUED